Down Memory Lane.

I wrote this post in June 2007, in another blog which I have now abandoned. I abandoned that blog because, believe it or not, I could not find it after I had posted two blogs on it. I had to go through hell and high water to find it, which I did today finally.

The two posts from that blog will now be recorded on this blog for posterity one after the other.

Having been a very active business executive and then retired, I find that I am increasingly getting to prefer to read, do the cross words, correspond on the email. To create something new in a blog actually frightens me!

In any case, since I thought that I could put down my observations of the many interactions that take place in my life I had titled my blog “Interactions” and was hoping to add to it regularly.

This is my second attempt.

Every evening, my wife and I visit a local municipal garden called the joggers’ park. This is situated just about 200 meters from our home and is quite a popular place for the residents of the colony that we stay in. The Residents’ Association, through some of its office bearers liaise with the municipal authorities to see that the park is maintained well and is free of nuisances.

Regular visitors have their favourite benches to sit on and there are many small groups who meet almost every day.

Our small group currently consists of three couples, all senior citizens. We used to be four couples but, one migrated away to another colony where they have their own park. The original four men called ourselves The JPTC, an acronym for Joggers’ Park Tuckloo Club. Tuckloo is Hindustani for baldies and all four of us are bald.

What started off as a small group of people meeting every evening for some time to pass time together, has now become a fairly strong mutual support group with the families helping each other in various ways. Very strong bonds have been built and we have become very good freinds sharing our joys and sorrows together.

The single most striking aspect of our group is the way that humour is used to enlighten our meetings and we have become quite famous among the regualr visits for our joyful and laughing meetings every evening.

There are four young mothers with perambulated children, who camp near us every evening and it is a delight to be among the toddlers and the young mothers who have adopted us as honorary grand parents to their kids. They too add to our joy and we look forward to these evening get togethers and on those days that any of us is unable to visit the park, we regret it and the others miss the absentees.

The park is full of all types of people and it is quite interesting to watch/observe and comment on some of them. There are some really eccentric characters and some very serious and sombre people about whom just about every one speculates.

I hope to use this blog to talk about some of the characters that I observe and speculate on and hope to get some other bloggers who will comment and perhaps share their own similar experiences.

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